Wine of Sabbath

My soul, frozen, locked in a dark room, gloomy
A rite of initiation drove me away from reality
Thousand years ago and still today
The power of power
The grandeur of being obsessed the children, too
I surround myself with candles, dim lights in the darkness
I immerse myself in incense, purifying bath
A chalice of blood and wine of the Sabbath

I live again the nightmare every night
Dreamily dimension of my original sin
Amputated existence waiting for the great comeback
The hope of a esoteric revival
Alchemical rot, mystical blackness
In the solitude of a forest relives my ancient soul
In the silence of nature

In harmony with the forces of the Elemental Spirits